Sweet powdered imitation artificial Indian tea (dot, not feather) has got what to do with autumn, I'd like to know.

Forage for your food and join the squirrel brotherhood. You'll never need Walmart again. Feasts for free abound in yonder woodlands or something. Get off your fat fucking ass, I suppose.

Those words are like birds
Dropping in and leaving turds
For you to think on

all i care about
is this keep going and words
keep this place alive

summer sun flutters
through the lush sycamore trees
Zipadee doo dah

after a while a
period of time gives way
to another time

one era dies strangers
say all sorts of things, barking dogs
woof woof woof...toothless

curtain time is now
so roll the credits, harvey
and not the starlets

casting aspersions
what you get for casting seed
on a casting couch

I never eaten,
nor stuffed in my orifice,
a live octopus.

Too much ecstasy?
Did you rave hard and get AIDS?
Sharing is caring.

random post test three
posting links to central sta
tion, eating pasta

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I lost a decade
Some parts come fluttering back
Did the 90s suck?

Eat a banana.
They're high in potassium.
And look like a dick.

still more seriously
i felt like i survived the
1990s with all

the asshole gen x
people who stood together
yet reveal the big

mystery, for all the
knowledge there was a hurt to
some, not all of them

the problem with say
hardening up is all the
beavis and butthead

jokes that that might say
provoke...examples...'huh huh..
he said...harden... huh
huh...

'yeah!! yeah!! he said
Up!! boinggggg...hehheh heh!'
crappucino for

my bunghole now try
a calibi--yau doobie
smoke it forever

my plan for world peace :
kim jong-un can fire missiles
the states can fire trump

count yourselves lucky
then harden the fuck up, and...
counts yourselves haiku

Somehow I picture a Ken doll
with anal beads and Crown Royal accessories.
Because you know that Barbie is a nagging bitch
due to the fact that Ken is a useless eunuch,
but then that bitch has no right to complain
because she has no vagina to begin with.

I love those blue Crown Royal bags.
I think they are Smurf nutsacks sewn together.

I wish that my string hadn't broke when
Steve pulled me out of Donald's ass
(Like a lawn mower pull cord.)
and Vladamir made a video of it.
But alas, that life had ended and a new one began.

We each leave our mark
Like dogs peeing on a tree
We also sniff it

The meaning of life
That one can live a life with meaning
Anything else is an accesory
Anal beads and Crown Royal Apparently included
But optional

looks like for better
or worse hollywood is on
the way of down and

obsolete like so
much else that has come and gone
from 1970 to now

ok, indifference
to the holy spirit...well
bokonon, vonnegut

That was my previous life.
It was fun for a while.
Until he shared me w/ Donald Trump.
It's no fun being up Trump's ass, I'll tell you.
The only "Holy Spirit" that I know of is Crown Royal. I cannot love a God that creates a universe doomed to fail. But if that was His goal, assuming His existence in the first place, which is also highly unlikely, he succeeded.
What's the point of it all? 42.

I once overheard a crack whore talking about having babies, she had HIV and knew those AIDS babies would not survive, but she loved the welfare checks. Doomed to failure. Victims of Entropy and The 2nd Law of Thermomoronics or Something.

God. Praise Him on High. Attain Heavenly Enlightenment. Be as One with The Universe. Ohm Mani Padme Hum.
Yep yep yep.

I really wish to God (pun intended) that I could be like you.

I hope that if reincarnation is real
Vhs becomes the pet octopus
Of a wealthy Japanese woman
With a tentacle fetish
As for df...
I think it would be appropriate for him
To be reincarnated as anal beads
Destined for Steve Buscemi's anus

There was a girl I went to school with
I recall that she had a skin condition
Huge flakes, size of pepperoni slices
When she thought no one was looking
She'd peel that fucker off real quick
...
And eat it
This site is alot like that girl

well he's done it for
so damn long why am i not
surprised i hadn't???

Wow

at this point fozzie
decided to bitchrape those
two old men in the

balcony, and out
you came, squealing and fucking
till you could blaspheme

the holy spirit
and no one would bat a damn
eyelid at this point

I found a very interesting site of hosting parasites that feed off other hosting sites that host parasites that call themselves poets.
We are all parasites of the Earth in some form or another and God needs to get off His fat lazy and and sprinkle some Goddamn Fleapowder on this shit speck pet rock planet of His.
I would like some okra, zucchini, and perhaps pumpkin squash stewed in a nice homemade tomato sauce this morning. But no, I have stale kids chocolate cereal w/o milk. Not even a Goddamn beer in the fridge. I should run out into the office butt-naked to freak out all my secretaries and piss off my wife. I should, I really really should.
https://www.scribd.com/document/350140222/evi1-a-novel-about-you
Masturbate as much as you'd like. Life is short.

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Wide open blue skies
Breathtaking mountain vistas
Oooh look, a Starbucks!

just leave a bottle
of sangria, I'l; sort out
the rest, nap and book

bell book and candle
bond, james bond rubber gimp
girl and bondage hints

I am out of my
own mind thank you very much
you have competer

sorts of things going on here with me here going on and on after the haiku i just did

Um.... what is Walden?
Or should I say where is it?
Lord, why do I care?!

The captcha is "farmacia calle".
I guess that means drug street!
Awesome! How does it know me so well.
Google is self-aware and dropping these hints
to me and only me because I'm just so amazing
that this new form of intelligence wants to
communicate with me alone.
I'm listening Google, tell me what you want me to do!

i have an even
better plan, go to walden
charge money for tours

Do not be yourself.
Instead become Jack Sparrow.
And drink rum at work.

When you get fired
you'll collect unemployment
to buy some more rum.

When the rum runs out
you'll become a real pirate
in Mogadishu.

High-jack a cruise ship.
Auction off the passengers
as slaves to Arabs.

With all your money
buy out the place you worked at
and fire your old boss.

Is "fire" one syllable or two? Fi-ur?
Seems like two. Oh well. Fuck it.

Wherever you are
Always be yourself, always
Don't mind others moods

i'm not feeling "it"
today co worker seems pissed
and i want to quit

another i spazz
out at the comments even
as i joke, I will

go back to work but
there's times that seem petty but
i just want to say

fuck it, I'm out of here

Coyly blowing ploughs
Babble lively ginkoes melt
Stones screaming pirate

Petty is still dead
Fuck, Dylan's probably next
Life goes on and on

ouzo and the poena damni

say hi sometime

The future is bleak, true.
The primary cause is overpopulation
combined with what we perceive as necessities.
(Internet, cars, TV, new shoes, etc, etc.)
If you can somewhat far away from all that shite,
then you might have some modicum of a possibility
of survival. And by far away, I mean put an ocean
between yourself and the "civilized world".
But if you're an old fart it won't matter much
in the end if you survive or not...
In the grand scheme of things.
But I don't think shit will truly go down for another
50 to 100 years or so. For now, relax.
So, my recommendation is to party like it's
1984 or something. May I recommend Crown Royal.
Think of me as your spiritual advisor. Get it... spirits.
Har har har.

picked up a king james
lots of jack chick tracts in it
even i can say um

can you say conspiracy theory?
The Rapture

I'm nervous about
the future, a big crisis
but what to do now?????

and of course the
years pass and i still cant count
five seven five, six?

hi, jane of princeton
with many years of practise
haikus are still bad

me too - the drunk thing
poetry is so much fun
always when dancing

I got drunk again,
So...of course i wrote poems
They all sucked moose balls